It Poured

Near the end of our hike, we climbed up another little area (Michael claimed he would never see me again since every weekend with him involves hiking) only to find the path...closed. Leslie and I essentially refused to walk back up and down the mountain to get to the car; we wanted to walk around the base of the mountain. It started pouring and we took refuge in a roadside shop. The woman told us it was very far to walk and called us a cab. Thank goodness, because it was several km back to the car.